User blog comment:Llamao/ The Revolts of the Dreaded Lands/@comment-3474228-20110517015535/@comment-3474228-20110517020142

The jittery paws of the volewife grasp the vial, and she brings it slowly to her lips. The liquid smooths her throat passage and allows her to say a few words. "I...I'm gonna...die...y...you...go...leave m-me...escape!" Then, her eyes roll back in her head and she goes into another coma.